The Reaper's Wicked Obsession-Chapter 277: Questionable Night

Isadora yelped when he flipped her like she weighed nothing, pulling the tunic she wore to pile at her wrist, using it to bind them.

"All you have to do is scream for me."

"Kraven, we should—" She couldn’t finish because she felt his tongue right down her spine, dragging from top to bottom.

Her entire body shivered in a ghostly cold. The last thing she wanted was to engage intimately when Kraven wasn’t sane. But when has he ever been sane?

Her back arched when she felt his tongue again, jerking when his teeth followed. His bite was nothing soft or gentle. He nibbled like he wanted to break skin.

Isadora hissed when she felt his wet mouth sucking against the sore area. The mix of pain and pleasure was like a boundary she wasn’t sure she should cross.

Every time, he always had a way of making her crave the impossible. She was eagerly waiting for his bite.

Isadora angled herself properly until her hips were seated on Kraven’s bulge.

When she heard his zipper come undone, her heart raced with biting tension, desperate to be filled up.

Kraven tugged on her braid, and she groaned.

"My mate..." he said deeply, voice too low to make out the words.

Isadora wasn’t sure whether she should respond or not; she wasn’t exactly in the right state of mind. His thick length rubbed between the crack of her ass, and a breathy growl erupted from Kraven.

Isadora moaned, having no idea that such an indirect connection would make her body respond in such a way she couldn’t explain.

Kraven’s action repeated, and it got hotter. He snatched her hips in an iron hold and picked the pace of his grinds.

Isadora sank her teeth into her bottom lip, trying to reduce the gravity of her moans, but with Kraven’s rowdy sounds, she was at the last grip of control.

This was torture, and she couldn’t take it anymore.

"K-Kraven..." She struggled to speak. "I-I want you inside me."

But he didn’t listen, simply doing the opposite, a breathy chuckle vibrating from him as her whimpers drowned his ears like music.

"What’s the magic word, darling?" He struck his palm against her asscheek.

Isadora yelped as the pain ate her insides and when his hand stroked the spot before smacking again, her breath shortened.

"Say it!" He growled, smacking until the cabin echoed with the hits and Isadora’s pleading whimpers.

"P-Please!" she sobbed as pleasure rippled through her when she felt his tongue lick the sore area.

"You can do better than that, Isadora."

He sounded angry now, and Isadora wondered. She sucked in breath when he lined her entrance with his cock.

"Oh, Kraven!" She slumped forward when two fingers slipped into her with ease.

"You’re only going to get my cock if you beg properly for it." He curled his fingers and gave a sharp thrust.

A short scream tore from her lips, muffled by the sheets as her face was buried.

"Alda!" Kraven swore when her insides crammed his fingers.

"P-Please, I-I..."

He laughed at her attempts for a plea, if he wasn’t just as desperate to be inside her, he would have dragged this on for long.

He growled when his release exploded through him. He fisted his cock and pushed through the back door.

Horror filled Isadora’s lungs.

Kraven grunted, thrust forward, and Isadora felt like she was ripped apart. The warmth curled through her spine and tingled at the back of her head, her mouth going apart with no sound left to bring forth.

"Nnnng!" Kraven thrust, finding it too difficult, not until he leveled his gaze. "Wrong hole."

Isadora’s body jerked from the rounds of sweet pain and pleasure.

"How about we try something new then? I promise I’ll make it feel good."

"Kraven..." Isadora found her voice. "That’s not..." she swallowed thickly.

"Shhhh..." he hushed. "You can take it, darling."

~♧~

Isadora’s entire body was ravaged, and when she tried to sit up, it was torture. Everywhere ached. She glared at Kraven, passed out beside her.

How dare he sleep so peacefully after what he pulled off?

She swore she would get him back for this. Not only was he feral, but he did things she couldn’t explain. Questionable things. She wanted to blame it all on the influence of whatever he smoked, but the seven gods knew it was his fantasy sprout to life.

Grunting, she stood and used her light weaves to heal, having a little breath of ease.

Isadora dressed, and before she left, she stapled her dagger close to his face, both sides.

Smirking, she stepped out of the cabin, her shoes echoing in the lobby. The ship swayed a bit, but she held the wall for balance.

Humming a tune, she went straight to her target.

~♧~

Nyssa tossed and turned on her bed before facing upward. Her expression morphed into a frown when she felt a heavy stare upon her. Opening her eyes, she met the dangerous edge of a blade a few inches from her eye.

"Isadora," she whispered.

Isadora angled her head so that she could see her.

"What are you doing?" Nyssa demanded, attempting to move, but the blade inched closer.

"You must be having a lovely dream."

She gulped at her dark tone. She had wondered why Isadora hadn’t done anything yet. Was she here to take her head?

"Why are you here?"

"You’re crucial to this mission."

"Am I?

"If the Pirate Lord does not comply with our wishes, I expect you to use your Whispering abilities."

"That’s not how it works."

"Well, make it work. You’re an expert." She retreated her blade and gave Nyssa a smile that sent shivers down her spine.

It reminded her of Kraven’s.

"I expect you to dedicate yourself wholeheartedly to the glorious purpose."

The blade descended, and Nyssa shut her eyes, waiting for the blow, but it never came, and when she opened them again, Isadora was gone.